Daniel and I met at a forum when we were in middle school, and we chatted until late into the night across the Pacific Ocean.
He always said: "You deserve to be collected well."
I fell in love during my junior year of college and deleted all my chat history.
Five years later, my best friend took me to Canada for skiing, and I met a handsome Chinese man on the cable car.
His fingertips trembled as he fastened my seat belt: "Be careful of frostbite, the wind here is very strong."
Until the bonfire night when he drunkenly approached and said, "Zhou Yun, the letter you burned... I have a backup copy of it."
I knocked the glass over violently: "How do you know my real name?"
He wiped the wine stain and chuckled: "Because I am Daniel, and you have never asked me my Chinese name."
Concept: urban love